Kerov knows his people used to have the ability to Switch bodies with their bonded mates, but he has no idea who the girl in his head is. And the fact that she's controlling his body goes beyond awkward...it could be lethal if anyone finds out. On his home planet of Tarsia, Switching is a crime punishable by death.

But there are worse things than dying as he finds out when he gets stuck in Frankie's body as well. What is a Brazilian bikini wax anyway? And why does he have to remove his pants to get one?

Will Frankie and Kerov ever get back to their own bodies? And what do the steamy dreams they've been sharing have to do with their destinies? You'll have to read Switched, Brides of the Kindred 17, to find out.

“All right, sweetie,” Helga bugled, slapping the door shut behind her and going to the pot of bubbling yellow liquid. “Let’s get started on that love cookie of yours. Now which side do you want the wax on first?”

“Hot…wax?” Kerov stared in horror at the attendant who was holding up a thin wooden paddle coated in the viscous yellow gunk from the pot. Gunk she apparently wanted to slather over the sensitive area between his thighs.

“Yeah, hot wax. How else are we going to get your hairy little biscuit all nice and smooth?”

Kerov clapped his thighs shut. He had never felt so vulnerable in his life—it made him wonder if females felt this way often. If so, he would never want to be permanently stuck in a female body. He felt so exposed.

“You want to put wax where?” he asked again, still not believing it.

“On your va-jay-jay, hon. You did pay for a Brazilian, right? So that’s what this is.”

“It is? But…why?”

“To get you all smooth and bare.” Without asking again, the technician dived in. Spreading his thighs with horribly strong hands, she started slathering the hot, gooey wax all over the soft little patch of curls that decorated the mound of Frankie’s pussy.

Kerov yelped as the heated wax made contact with the sensitive area. But before he could jerk away, the technician put down the wooden paddle and grabbed for some thin cloth strips. She pressed them over the wax-coated area and rubbed vigorously.

“Hey!” Kerov wanted to kick her—she hadn’t said anything about actually touching between his legs! He himself had refrained from handling that area out of respect to Frankie and now a complete stranger was dripping hot wax on it and rubbing all over it!

But the next minute his indignation was forgotten in a wash of pure agony when Helga grabbed the end of the cloth and ripped it away, taking the soft curls as well as what felt like half his skin with it.

“All right now, honey, it’s all right,” the technician soothed. Taking him by the shoulder, she pushed him back down on the table. He struggled but she was a much bigger female than Frankie was and incredibly strong. “The first side is the worst, I promise.”

“The first side?” Looking down, Kerov realized with horror that only half of Frankie’s soft, black curls were gone. Did this sadistic woman actually intend to repeat the process? Apparently so, because before he could protest, she had grabbed the small wooden paddle and smeared the other side of Frankie’s mound with hot wax.

“No!” Kerov shouted, starting to get off the table. But again, the technician pressed him back down. She really was horribly strong.

It was a new and terrible experience for Kerov, being physically overpowered. He had almost never known a time in his life when he wasn’t bigger or stronger than his peers. He struggled but to no avail—Helga was determined to torture him.

“Settle down, honey and let’s get this over with,” she snapped, clearly running out of patience.

“I don’t want to get it over with—I don’t want it done at all! I want you to let me up right now.” Kerov growled, glaring at her. But even his most intimidating growl came out sounding high and squeaky in Frankie’s voice. Damn but he was sick and tired of being trapped in a female body!

“Sorry but I can’t let you go like this—if the wax dries before I can rip it off you’ll never get it out.” Helga gave him a warning look. “Is that what you want? A big wad of dried wax hanging off your hoo-ha?”

Kerov struggled to master himself. Obviously he couldn’t leave Frankie’s body in worse shape than when he had entered it. There was already a lump on her forehead from the failed yoga pose. And having a dried wad of the yellowish goo permanently affixed to what this woman called her “hoo-ha” would clearly be even worse.

“All right,” he said at last, forcing himself to relax back on the cold table and spread his thighs. “But hurry.”

Evangeline Anderson is the New York Times and USA Today Best Selling Author of the Brides of the Kindred and Born to Darkness series. She is thirty-something and lives in Florida with a husband, a son, and two cats. She had been writing erotic fiction for her own gratification for a number of years before it occurred to her to try and get paid for it.

To her delight, she found that it was actually possible to get money for having a dirty mind and she has been writing paranormal and Sci-fi erotica steadily ever since.

You can find her online at her website www.evangelineanderson.com

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